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Oh my dear God. It's Tuesday. What the hell was I doing yesterday? Oh... yeah. I remember. I was um... reading porn.
Okay, erotica, if I must be technical about it.
I was reading a pretty darn hot story by Kitty Thomas called Guilty Pleasures. It was quite a lovely and sweet BDSM story about how a bored, rich and sexually shut-down wife gets her game back. It was mostly consensual. The kinky stuff was fairly tame. And I did manage to predict the ending pretty early on. But still.
It was hot. Mmmm.
So between my naughty reading of erotica, and my 2nd visit to Sword: Allie's War Book Two, I could hardly wait for my husband to get home.
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Need to get the naughty reading out of my system because I'm going to NYC with my mum in a couple of days, and therefore shall have to suppress my naughty side and put on my tourist hat.
Hopefully Thursday Morning Coffee, A Year of Sundays, and next week's Bloody Monday will auto-post as scheduled. We shall see. (Actually, I think this is partially how I forgot to post Bloody Monday yesterday - I'd set up the others to auto-post and somehow thought I set this one up to do that, too, kind of as a test run. But apparently I didn't, because I don't even see a draft anywhere.
I'm a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants writer. That definitely makes me impulsive, a little disorganized, and too frequently off-schedule.
But you know what? I'm a fly-by-the-seat-of-my-pants lifer, too. Scrambling to get something accomplished at the last minute is nothing new for me.
I'm the one shopping right before the party, wrapping the gift in the trunk of my car.
I'm the crazy lady at the 24-hour super-store-that-shall-not-be-name at midnight on Christmas Eve.
I'm the girl buying my lunch at a convenience store on my way to work because I forgot (again) that the cafeteria is closed on weekends.
Surely since I recognize myself in the scatter-brained, hard-core scramble that is my life, I could change this bad habit, right?
Eh. Well... the truth is I'd rather be writing.
Or reading. Or editing. Or daydreaming.
So hold on to your pants - I might be a bit late sometimes, but I'll get there. And it'll still be good.
Have a great week, Darlings!